Poems

GOLDEN RIVER

Love must have overflown with grace
and poured out onto the earth
a golden river

and now it's woven into our land
the home to misery, toil and blood.

Who would have guessed that our end
was just a part of a bigger plan?

And many tried to put in tales
the obvious truth that IT IS here

and many vowed to follow it
then failed and slid down from a pier.

And there were some who at the banks
sat down and listened to its waves

"go up" it said "towards the source"
and I will fill you with my grace.

CIRCLE OF LIFE

I am getting old. I know my worth.
I know my purpose in this world.
My life is fulfilled, my eyes are ready to rest.
Yet I am still sowing, even if I don’t see the harvest.
Woman's work is never done!

In my blood I carry so many of them.
I can't even begin to fathom how many,
and how different each one of them had been.
You can see them in my gestures,
in my wince,
in my speech,
in my eyes,
in my bones,
in my attitudes...
I am them and they are me.
The good seeds they'd sown are bringing abundance in me.

Look at my hands and you will see their selfless love
that makes this world go round.

THE SOUL CARVER

Hello, it's me again

I know it's been a while

I'm sorry I left so quick last time

Without a hug or a goodbye

You haven't changed

Look at these walls

This quiet place of yours

It always makes me wanna cry

Can I just sit here watch you work?

And later, if you have the time,

Will you carve out the sorrow from my soul, and cover it in soft, white, soothing dust?

Melt my heart, and let the salty waters overflow?

Dig into my grimace and make it look like my long lost smile?

Polish the edges of my stubbornness?

Cut out the sarcasm, and chip my ego so that it stops being so vile?

So here we are again together in this room,

Sitting in silence, watching the time slowly pass by.

Me, the old Killkenny Limestone,

You, the hand that makes it all worthwhile..

BLITHE DAYS

seed to seed

the sky is blue

one for me and one for you

there's no thunder

there's no rain

we shall always stay the same

watching flowers, grazing cows

running wild in tallest grass

playing in the sunny rays

those were our blithest days

nose to nose

and smile to smile

counting grains of harvest rye

all in silence

all in grace

these were our blithest days

SAINT NEURO
(written for a friend suffering from MND
to the melody of Christ Be Beside Me)

tied to these large wheels

stripped from your freedom

not even hoping to 'get better soon'

even this white bread

became too heavy

and it's a struggle to leave the room

thinking that maybe

it's better not t'be

feeling like you're no good anymore

yet your sweet smile

wraps me so warm

your loving eyes

make his heart thump

I kiss your numb hands

bowing before you

I thank your kindness

I feel your pain

he only lifts you

you lift his spirit

I pray that God releases your chains

how can I feel like

I've always known you

how come that you are

like an old friend

there's only one thing

I'm really sure of

it is that to me

you are a saint!

SAINT MUM

how can she be a saint
it's just a usual day
it's just an ordinary life
it's just a worn out dress

how can she be of any help
with a child in her arms
shopping list in her head
beetroot stains on her palms

how can she be of any good
if she's busy cooking food
when she's playing hide-and-seek
when she's reading children's books

what kind of hero can she be
kissing your hurting, bleeding knee
standing at school gates in the rain
how can she make it to the top
facing your tantrums in the shop
sure that's enough to go insane!

her nite-nite tales, her bubble baths
her smile when you did well in maths
her shoulder taps when life was hell
and queues to get you clothes from sale

her long beach walks, and movie trips
her sandwich boxes, veggie treats
her long work days, and saving fails
carrying your bag on hiking trails

this selfless love started to bloom
the day she welcomed you in her womb
the day your heart started to beat
the day she felt your kicking feet

And I have used this time and paint
to show you that she IS a saint
I've seen her halo, of this I'm sure
when she was hoovering your bedroom floor...

ODE TO GRANDPA

He, who was a perennial kid,
found joy in everything he did.
He, in whom youth was alive,
trusted his heart, not asking why.

He never judged any wrongs,
and raised his ash brows at know-it-alls.

And I remember, I knew him well.
He went through war, he survived hell!

Yet, when he rode his motorbike,
his smiley eyes cheered all alike,
and at the road bends he used to shout
his mighty roar:

“THE SUN IS OUT!!!”

TEEN SPIRIT

she's the smile
she's the question
she's the apple in his eye

dreams untrue
dreams so real
make her never think of you

strong as steel
like the Arc
when she sees the world ideal

it's her force
it's her spirit
she has not yet felt remorse

treat her kindly
give her love
she will follow the truth blindly

GREEN FIELDS

Surrounded by green fields, surrounded by water
A boat on a hill, with a sail full of wind
If the sun does come out, tell it I've been waiting
Waiting for its rays to warm up my skin

Not longing for the day to lower the sails
It's scary, I know, when silence falls in
Will it hurt to stay in this stillness forever
Or will it bring peace to the thunder within

You - a handful of ash, life lives without asking
Yes, they will leave when the time is right
And you'll be there for them, should they ever need it
With a kettle, and a blanket, and your sweet warm smile...

THE STONE COTTAGE SONG

When the blue skies fell fast asleep
And cars got lined up up the lane
A little tune slipped through the cottage doors
Pulling sweet harmonies out to the rain

This tune was strumming strings of your heart
And waltzing wild with your mind
It softly wrapped 'round your spine
Making you leave your worries behind

Under the cover of the midnight sheets
The wind swept notes from the ground
It swiftly blew them up in the streets
Whispering: 'Be quick! Don't make a sound!'

This tune was strumming strings of your heart
And waltzing wild with your mind
Lighting smiles in your drowsy eyes
Making you leave all worries behind

LET IT BE

her cramped palms covered her face
concealing fear, confusion and hate
why does this happen to me right now
when has this nightmare become my fate

her thoughts spinning, searching for peace
her fingers digging deep into skin
whatever happened to the blithe days
how can I find peace deep within

please world don't let me stay in this state
please love don't leave me alone in here
please life don't abandon my veins
please God don't walk away from me

and then this voice strong, calm and sound
painted a picture of a new start
it asked to trust though there's no sense
it asked to open the wounded heart

one tear has dropped, crushing in pieces
it's salty crystals rolling around
her forehead softened its wrinkled creases
her screaming mouth didn't make a sound

the world stopped spinning at awe of this sight
the moon stopped pulling tides from the sea
calmness and strength filled up her eyes

her shoulders dropped, her mind went clear
whether she smiled, no one could see
but when she slowly opened her eyes
her purple lips let out this sound
these words of wisdom, the LET IT BE

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